quarta-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2010

húmido escorrer

O temporal abate-se sobre a manhã. O corpo ainda adormecido estremece. Pelas paredes da vidraça, intensas gotas de chuva escorrem demoradamente, intumescendo cada poro. Sob a fúria do vento que sibila intempestivo à porta, acende-se a incandescência nos sentidos. Prolonga-se o teu nome aos lábios na ardência dum suspiro.

sábado, 6 de fevereiro de 2010


"Invictus" is a short poem by the English poet William Ernest Henley (1849–1903). It was written in 1875 and first published in 1888[1] in Henley's Book of Verses, where it was the fourth in a series of poems entitled Life and Death (Echoes).

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


Um momento soberbo de aprendizagem de vida.